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The three of us viewed the crowded steam venting streets being worked for subway tunnels as an industrial Disneyland. Men swarmed up and down bamboo scaffolding. We snaked our ways along the queues for the old red double decker buses that bumped their way around Kowloon...

This month we are looking at Resilience: our ability to "bounce" back in the most constructive way possible. To be quick, adaptive and clever so we can move on to better things.

Our writers this month have put some exceptional work together and created a strong November edition to bring 2017 closer to a close with.

Along with beautiful anecdotes about recent broken hearts, we have memories of busy Hong Kong streets, solid advice about how best to move countries, ways to stand tall as a TCK and incredible people of history that we still think about today. You're going to love it!

One day my mother passed me a book. It was called ‘The Harafish’ and written by the Egyptian novelist Naguib Mahfouz (winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1988). I picked up the book and only put it down once I completed it....

Dancing is everywhere in Peru; it’s a way to share history and tell stories. The country is rich in traditional dances, and I grew to love this part of Peruvian culture. It didn't matter that I was never very good at it...

Perhaps, no artist from any one country could ever capture my experience. A collaborative project between 20 artists across nine countries was necessary to come close to that gossamer spirit that has guided me through my travels...

I would be there, waiting, percolating in the heady cultural mix of art and artist; a moth ever drawn to their bright blooming flames. Each masterpiece was a welcome segue from the mundaneness of everyday public service life; a provocative play on social boundaries that relentlessly questioned the conservative mores of the Saudi Arabia of my teens, and revealed just how far removed I had become from the Lebanese traditions of my youth...

Established in 1940 by two Sikh brothers as the India Tea House, it was renamed Pak Tea House after the partition. What was more significant than the small cups of sugary tea that were served, was that Pak Tea House signified freedom of thought and expression...

“There, far away in the mountains of the Chugak, where birds fly over on their way north to the land of white night, there was a couple walking below.” You see the knife draw two stick figures below with dots to show foot prints. “They will hunt and gather.” You see a river and flecks that look like fish in the water.

It's about time we wrote this issue! Even though there are many ways that we are wildly different, all of us at TCK TOWN have a deep passion for the arts that has united us for a good year and a half across borders and oceans.

Our wonderful team and new contributors are not only talented storytellers, they have plenty to share about their cross-cultural experiences of music, the visual arts, poetry and creative history that you will enjoy diving into. You'll see a few of of our very early articles featured again too!

If you have any TCK artworks which meets our guidelines, please send them my way at editor@tcktown.com, or feel free to post them on our Community Facebook Group. We'd love to see what you can do too!

A BIG thank you to Ashleigh Leyshon, Lilith Palmer and Lucy O'Connor for editing this edition.

When I am asked this question, I immediately think of my parents. My mother was born on the island of Coron, a mere freckle nestled within the larger island province of Palawan off the west coast of the Philippines...

My grandmother spoke in Javanese a lot, especially to my grandfather. This was usually when she was talking about me or my sister, assuming that my attendance at an English and Indonesian speaking school meant I would not understand her...

Dinesh rubbed Mark’s arm with his thumb to help his partner feel comfortable as the crew gathered around behind the camera for the last round of shots for the day. “Is this too close?” Mark asked. Out of habit, I wondered if I would be reproached for the intimacy of the pose...

I think the crux of this article is that my background as a TCK led me to never worry too much about the specific job I was doing. As long as it was somewhat in my area, and in a place I could live with — even if I wasn’t an expert I figured I could always learn...

Daydreams also hit roadblocks. Living across cultures as a travel writer is all well and good if you only have yourself to look after. It is harder if you are trying to raise kids and need a 9 to 5 to provide for them...